He knew I'd eaten the apple.
He knew I was a sinner
Yet just by asking I got new skin.
Skin no one had ever touched
Skin no ones dirty fingers had ran across
I had skin that was whole--
I had skin that belonged to me.
Every seven years your body is like new
No coincidence seven is his number.
I was washed in the water
I soaked in it
He renewed me
And just that simply I began to love myself.
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